GROWN FOETUS. Daily I sat lonely at the porch of the house, throwing little peebles into the swamp outside my house. I hated mama for her wickedness. Shed refuse each time I told her I wanted to visit Nosa and his sibblings. Mama would give a flimsy excuse of their bullying me. come on mum, my brawns are not for fashion parade, I can beat them down. I would argue, but mamas instructions were concrete. Sometimes, mama would look at me in that lonely state, raise her eyes to watch the lonely clouds and cry. Zion, I bought you a doll... she screamed one day, Its so fine Darling, what should we call it? she added. Thanks mum, but I dont need it. I need a baby like Nosas. I said. mummy looked at me and tears trickled down her cheek. A twig held me back, Fear gripped my heart as I thought I would be spanked for my rude words. Oh Heavens! am sorry mum I said. She walked up to me with tears in her eyes, patted my head and said Dont worry Darling. a finer Baby than Nosas is coming mummy you are lying. you told me so yesterday and no baby yet. I yelled with tears in my eyes. Nosa would not let me touch Theirs, He said my mum should also give me one. I added. She held me around her arms and gave the warmest embrace with tears filling her eyes. Dont worry son she managed to say. Days passed and no baby came. But I wasnt looking for that anymore. All I wanted was for mama to be well. She would sleep more, always lazy and feverish every morning. Soon, Her stomach began to grow, I feared that she would die. God, make mamas stomach like mine so she wont die I prayed. The more I prayed, the more it grew. hey Zion, your baby comes soon, its here She would say pointing at her swelling stomach. Madness I would mutter. a word Nosa had taught me. It was 19th of November, we closed earlier from school that day as it was friday. I walked home with a bounce, walking amidst other kids going towards my direction. I would play on weekend. still I was sad, no baby to play with. Heaven knows I hate dolls. I got home that day to me mama lying on the floor, growling in pains. She held her tummy. mummy what happened? I asked. no one else was home. call mama Nosa, am dying She managed to say. God i hate you. see mamas tummy now I cried ruuning out. mama Nosa got to our room running. No need for Hospital, your baby is too close she said, taking mamas wrapper off. I watched mama flutter her eyes and a phew left her. be strong lady mama Nosa said. you go out Zion. I stayed by the window listening closely. I heard mama screaming. was she beating mama? that woman is a devil. Id kill her. I said angrily. I got back to the room to meet a baby in mama Nosas hand, blood stained and smaller than hers. son thats your baby mama said. I looked at the tiny thing and shook my head. what should we call him?Call him EMMANUEL I call him EHIZOGIE. fate makes him king and we rejoiced. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO. ITS 19TH NOVEMBER.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 02:47:37 +0000
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